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In The Moonlight I felt You're Heart,
Quiver Like A Bow Strings Pulse,
In The Moons Mere Light You Looked At Me,
Nobody Knows You're Heart.
When The Sun Has Gone, I See You
Beautifull And Haunting But Cold,
Like The Blade Of A Knife So Sharp So Sweet,
Nobody Knows You're Heart.
All Of You're Sorrow Grief And Pain,
Locked Away, In The Forest Of The Night,
You're Secret heart, Belongs To The World,
Of The Things That Sigh In The Night,
Of The Things That Cry In The Night